Yeah Kids, It's 'The Last of Days' at Maggiez Farm

Uh huh,  while we all go on and on and on with our Regular Lives,  Maggiez Farm is on it's
last gasp;  ie, dying the good death.  Here's a cool pic I took night before last,  of the last Full
Moon I'm going to see from this exact viewpoint.  (I gave myself Bonus Creds for this pic,  it's
exactly the way my eye (and camera) saw this moon.  Weirdly!)

"Moon Over Maggiez Farm'  looking West, about 4 am Jan 25, 2011

Cool, I say,  very cool.  I'm planning to take lots more cool pix, once I get to my new home this week.

Whaa..  where am I going?
Why thanks for asking,  I'm going to New Mexico.  I have a vague idea of exactly WHERE,  and a
burning desire to land there,  somewhere not too far off from Roswell,  Home of the Great Alien
Conspiracy of 1947 hahahaha.

Meanwhile?  It would be tedious and pointless to attempt to share with y'all lil Magz-Farm Fans just
what a true hassle it is to get gone, and 'gitterdon' in a timely and heartly manner,
so to save ya the effort I'll just say MOVING SUXX!!!!!
(I might even ask those of you who actually know me, to take 1 minute: 60 seconds, and do absolutely
nothing except Imagine MOVING yourselves.  Your Stuff, your Pets, your Life.  Quickly and totally, and
on the cheap.  It aint easy,  and I wouldn't wish it on the Average Joe or Josie, yanno?)

I wish to take a sec to actually thank those very few of my friends who for either love, or money,
have really tried to help me get down the road.
I'd also like to 'poke' any of those who meant well, thought about helping, but ultimately found it too
time consuming or not profitable enough.
Merle Haggard had it right,  there's a lot of 'Bar Room Buddies' in the world,  and I stand as Testimony
that there's sure not enough genuine caring Folk in this same world.

I'm off and running to a whole new Life, a new State, and hopefully some new friends I can family with.

Bye bye, Maggiez Farm,  bye buh-bye-bye, ya sweet Bye-n-Bye!  I'll be back, soon!  Magz

21 Days And Counting....

Till I'm Gone from the Farm Formerly  Known As Maggiez.  Meanwhile?  Life Goes On,
and I found a brand new old drawl today.

  Ever seen this movie?  (The Assassination of Jesse James,
by the Coward, Robert Ford.  Brad Pitt/Casey Affleck)

I call Pee  Efff Gee:  Pretty Fucking Good.

What I was just marveling/relating to,  is the incredibly
credible drawls,

And the use of some really fine colloquial English;  the
language and expressions used felt oh-so-true.

(Ok, and I'll also admit to finding it one of Mr. Pitt's better performances.  He plays a 
not-so-nice guy, and plays him realer than he usually plays the 'nice guys'.  And his accent's dead on good,  somewhere between Keen-tucky & Mizz-Zoura..    I'm just sayin,  and it's MY review)


The reason why I have time and inclination to sit around watching a movie when I only have
21 DAYS LEFT TO PACK< GET WHEELS< AND FIND A NEW HOME ??
Is because I had 2 good friends come by (by arrangement) this morning,  both ready, willing, and
able to help me just 'gitter dun'.

  It's possibly just coincidental that they are blood brothers, and both deep and true proud Okies.
Their own accents had me talkin juss like ah used to on the ceebee radio,
and I'm bustin my own hump to try to get them the paying job of tearing down my own home, once
I've actually left it.
One of the vehicles they drove over here this morning, is the van I think I'm buying.

It looks just like this,  tho this is a 'stock' photo.

1989 Chevy  HeavyHalf- 350 w/400r rebuilt tranny.

(NOT the pickup truck I thought I wanted, but
oh-so much more Practical!)

It's Clean.  It's Healthy,  and it makes a lot of sense.  I'm 99% convinced that it's my new ride.

Thank You,  beLoved Okie Brothers, for finding this for me!  (Bill?  Orval?  You ROCK!)

So:  All that's really left now,  is to find a new driveway to park this in.
And park ME in, and the dawgz in, and the kittehs too..
(Ever gawd-dangged one of my foul fowl flock is bein given away before I leave this ole homestead.)

Shucks, Martha,  tween the sweet Oklahoma sounds and that curious blessin of the Jesse
movie?   I'm just like to beat the band pleased as punch, makin a clean breast of thangs.  I'm as liable
to flip as fly, knowing that it's plumb foolish, to try n teach yer ole Granny to suck eggs.

I won't translate that for you,  instead?  I'll leave you with your Regular Scheduled Magz-shit,

And whatever Favorite Loud Music Floats yer Boat.

Observations. aka 'Yeah, I'm Leavin' Home!'

Yup,  the process continues,  and I must Adjust.

It's nothing that hasn't been done before, many times, by lots of folks,
including Me.  (It's just been Awhile, since I've done the whole 'relocate' thing.

This ole farm,  was just a Farm,

and all those ole beLoved critters,
are just Critters.

(There will be more,  many more! at the Next
Place)

Bye bye, Maggiez Farm,  byebyebye.



Yeah,  I'm a little sad, and just a wee bit Freaked about the whole deal.
None of that matters:  what matters?  Is that I pull this whole Move-Thing off...
in not just a Timely Manner, but in a Heartly Manner.

I'm Working On It,  and I have every reason to believe I will succeed at it.  It's Faith, and also
Experience-  This Aint My First Goat-Roping, Yanno.  Let's Hark, shall we?

Dang, that's cool!

I feel like Harking!

harkharkharkhark, 


Ak, choke cough.




Here's some of my Today's Observations,

to both puzzle & delight you.

 




1.)  When you've lived in a place for 20 years?
 You accumulate a lot of shit.  You also accumulate a LOT of memories.
Some are easy to let go of,
some aren't.  Some you never will, or will ever want to.


2.)When you Move..  
You must condense, sort thru, and throw away lots (most) of it.

3.)  Sorting thru shit you haven't even looked at in years, is hard.
(It's actually pretty Pathetic;  seeing what you used to think was Important, that you know isn't anymore)

4.)  Leaving shit behind is embarrassing.  Knowing someone else is going to see your shit?
That is really nervewracking.
(That leads to much wasted effort while you're trying to think 'Forward!'  trying to relocate,  when you honestly worry about how to excuse what you inadvertently leave behind.  Abandoned Kid toys, and bits of horse gear. Moldy throwrugs, and lost sox. Outgrown underwear.  REALLY ratty old dishes.  Small piles of neglected trash,  that you really really MEANT to take to the dump.  Maybe even..  some forgotten
Seeds and Stems??)

5.)  As long as the Sun is shining, somewhere...  it's all going to work out somehow.
(I'm awed and amazed, at just how much I can actually accomplish when I really have to:  but?)

6.)  It's fucking LONELY..  to do this kind of thing all alone.



  I have a Cool Neighbor,  who's offered me everything in her World to make this transistion easier
for me.  Until I Cash Out,  end of this month,  she's offered me rides,  phone service, home made soup
and an Ear.
Yet she's even less happy than I am with this whole process.  She doesn't really want me to leave,
(BlesserHart!) but she sort of understands that I must.
She gives me Reality Checks,  and squirms when I tell her that my own Life,  doesn't quite work like
hers does.  She doesn't  and can't understand..  that sometimes Survival
has to come before A Really Good Plan,  yet she will Back me to the utmost of her ability;
up to and including babysitting my dogs while I search for a home, or keeping my kitties till I find one.
Sue?  You  ROCK!

I also have a Son..  who's impressed the Hell out of me with how well he's grown up!

Yet that young man,  has a very busy life of his own,  trying to take care of his own chosen Family.
He's stressed,  but doing everything he'd ever be expected to for Me, for his beLoved Wife, and for his Kids, my Grandkids.
(I hope they know, how hard he's working at it.  I cannot ask for more from him,  he's doing an amazing
job, of keeping a Low Profile)

I love my kid.  I love my friends!


(I just don't love, what I'm going 
thru right now)




Still?  It'll all work out;  it always does.

Happy New Year,  Love n Kisses,  Peace,  Magz

Whoa : One/One/One-One WHEW!

   Happy New Year, Chitlins!  Uh huh...  it's (supposedly) All Brand New, and another year.
Here's what I know, believe, and feel to be oh-so-True.

It's Cold Outside, Baby!

Really cold,  for us good ole Desert-Rat types.

We don't deal with deep snow,

just icy-icy cold nights.

(It was 22 degrees at 7 am today, INSIDE.




So I burnt Kerosene in my only little heater,  and turned the electric oven on 'Low', trying to raise
the temperature inside my house a degree or two above freezing.
When I tried to cook breakfast,  the steam almost blinded me, and my bacon refused to crisp.

I'm wearing so many layers of clothes & hats and scarfs that I can barely move:  Call me the
Pillsbury Doughboy,  or the Michalin Magz.  (I'm ok,  sorta Cool,  as long as I don't move)

When the Sun  (kind of) came out today,  I
went outside.  To thaw my frozen toes, and

Hope it would get warm enough to Clean Up
My Act;  ie,  to shower outside since my 50 yr
old house has clogged it's Interior waterpipes.



It looked like this:  but was warm enough.


It just reminded me that I've always like Winter Birds, better than Summer Birds.

Something about the fluffy/Solo Act of Winter Birds...  is cool.  It's  about Hanging Tough?
 That is UltraCool. !!
This has been my Home for a long long time...   something tells me that I'll find another one,

I've really Loved this place, my Home, da Farm.  I'll find another one!

(For those who don't Follow:  I've sold the place I've lived in for the last 20 years.  I don't know for sure where I'm going yet,  but I know I'll end up Somewhere Good.  Meantime,  I have the same ole emails., phone #'s, and I'm always around.  )